Page 22 of After Hours

Looking behind her, she asked,“Did you see where my friend went?”

“Yeah.” I pointed to the other side of the room and she saw her.

She shrugged. “Thank you. This place is huge.”

“Yeah, that’s the secret behind club success. A nice space.”

I leaned in a bit closer to her, my voice barely audible over the music. “I saw you on the dance floor, you’ve got some serious rhythm,” I complimented, my breath warm against her ear.

“You saw that?”

She met my gaze, her eyes sparkling. “Well, I couldn’t resist watching someone who’s got such smooth moves,” I replied.

“Are you lying to protect my feelings? Drunk me can handle the truth.”

I laughed. Heavily. “I’m serious, couldn’t resist watching it.”

She looked up at me, laughing. “That must’ve been a depressing watch for you.”

I shrugged. “It was worth all my time.”

“Do yo—”

“Azz—oh,” her friend said, interrupting the question she was about to ask me.

Azzarria jumped from my arms, and her cheeks flushed with embarrassment.

“I’ll be in the car,” her friend said and speedily walked out.

She turned to me. “I have to go now,” she said while grabbing her phone and purse.

“I’m going to head out too.” I smiled.

What the fuck am I doing?

CHAPTER 7

Azzaria

“I thought he wasn’t your type.”

“Oh, don’t even start,” I said and laughed, “pass me the fries.”

“Here you go,” she said with a chuckle, “You two looked cozy.”

We were. And I loved it.

The whole time I forgot about the real world and it felt as if we were just two random people hanging out in a club.

“We weren’t cozy,” I mumbled, my mouth stuffed with potatoes.

“Whatever you say.”

“You don’t believe me?”

“Not one bit.”

I laughed. “Fine, we were a little cozy.”

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